Post by Mr.Ego on Jun 14, 2014 1:47:58 GMT -5
He sits in complete silence; the darkness of the night engulfing him like an unseen shroud, rendering him virtually unnoticed. The only thing that gives him away is the water bottle that dangles from his left hand; a hand connected to an arm that lazily sways ever so slightly, as if he is moving to the music of an unplayed song. Yet, his silence is deafening.
The camera begins to slowly pan in, showing the bottle slowly raised, and then picking up the sound of the top being taken off. He takes a few gulps; the accompanying sound of drinking distinctly heard amongst the vast array of soundlessness that he is enjoying. The bottle now emptied, he places the top back onto it, and then pitches it down to the floor.
“Seems that there’s a lot of talk about ‘The Puppet Masters’ not being on the same page. Seems there’s a lot of talk about how we’re just four individuals, only looking out for our own needs, instead of looking out for the needs of the collective group. Seems like there’s a lot of people in this industry…that could probably find better things to do, than to worry about how well the four of us are getting along. Then again…everyone’s a critic. Especially when they fall below you in the hierarchy of UGWC.”
“It’s no secret that the four of us joining forces hasn’t resulted in the immediate impact that we all envisioned, but does that mean we haven’t raised the bar within this wretched company? With Mr. Damarest in charge, ratings have soared to unprecedented heights…to heights that ‘The Piercing Media Network’ only wishes they could have attained during their reign. Yes, there have been some stumbling blocks along the way to our path of reckoning, but all of you idiots have watched with baited breath, hoping against hope that you can somehow find a way to finally vanquish those which are your betters. And the last time I looked, even after taking your best shots…we’re still here. And that will only change when we decide. You’re welcome.”
“Almost thirty title reigns between the four of us during our illustrious careers, and yet you people refuse to acknowledge the importance of our formation. Instead, you choose to point to our recent losses as evidence that we are not every bit the machine that we claim to be. Yet, ‘The Puppet Masters’ still employ the UGWC World Heavyweight Champion, ‘The Lord of Pain’ Donovan Hastings. If we have the top prize in this industry now, during a time when people are claiming that we’re washed up…what do you think will happen when the other members finally start clicking?”
“But this…this isn’t about ‘The Puppet Masters’. This is about so, so much more…”
The flicker of an unseen lighter is heard, and after the third attempt, a low flame begins to burn. The fire casts an eerie light upon the face of ‘Vain’ Alan Wallace – a face that is devoid of any true emotion, as his eyes focus squarely upon the flame that dances before him.
“This was to be my gift to you, Klaus, upon your return to the wrestling ring. It had been far too long since you had proven to the masses why you were one of the most feared men in the wrestling industry. It had been far too long since you had showcased your innovation to the masses, and left them in awe by what you can do in the wrestling ring, as well as throughout an entire arena. Those of us that had witnessed it first-hand…we knew that UGWC would never be the same if ‘The Teutonic Terror’ were to come back once more. And once you did, I knew that this entire company was in for a rude awakening. And that thought, Klaus, brought a smile to my gorgeous face. Because I knew that the day would come where you and I would band together once more, and dominate everyone in our way…just like we did before. And this gift…this token of my friendship…would have been presented to you once we were crowned the UGWC Cooperative Champions. And I think you would have liked it, Klaus…”
The camera pans around to show the front of the Zippo lighter that Vain holds in his hand. Engraved upon the face are three simple letters…
With his free hand, Vain reaches down and grabs his surround sound remote, and presses the power button. The beginnings of a song start to play…the sound of the talkbox-aided guitar riff recognizable at once.
“I found this CD while I was going through some of the boxes around here. It brought back some great memories, if I must say. Synonymous with the ass kicking’s that you and I used to hand out on a regular basis.”
“We were the greatest tag team in the wrestling industry, Klaus. Nobody could touch us.”
Fire it up, let the engines roll
It’s time to burn it down
Keep bleeding on ‘til the day you die
Forever love it loud, Yeah!
“Each and every time we walked to that ring, our opponents knew they were in for the beating of a lifetime. And as different as you and I were, we both relished every single moment of it. We worked as a team – and as friends – because we both wanted to ruin everyone associated with that festering cesspool of a company.”
Hellfire, doom, watch the hatred spin
Beyond the speed of sound
Fire it up, let the engines roll
It’s time to burn it down, Yeah!
“It’s what I had in mind for us once more, when you decided to join UGWC. Instead, you allowed a vile harlot to sink her claws into you, and she turned you against me. Everything that we had accomplished in the past…the friendship that had been forged…you burned it to the ground, Klaus, all because of a two-bit biker-whore that only keeps you around because you are currently useful to her. It’s sad what she’s reduced you to, Klaus. I never imagined that someone could be pussy-whipped while being entrapped firmly in the friend zone. You proved that wrong, Klaus. You truly are an innovator.”
Keep moving on, keep moving on, keep moving on
“You’ve moved on to the likes of Red Fusion and Kurt Brady…”
Keep moving on, keep moving on, keep moving on
“Whereas I’ve moved on to the bitch that cost us our friendship…”
Face your fear, accept your war, it is what it is
Face your fear, accept your war, oh yeah
“I just hope that you’re ready to face your fear, Klaus. The fear of losing one of the people that you cherish most in life. Because unlike ‘The Dragon’…I will not fail in what I will set out to do. I’m going to hurt the bitch that you so affectionately refer to as ‘Red’. Because that’s what is going to happen, Klaus…I’m going to hurt her. The only question is…how badly?”
“It took far too long, but I’m finally thinking clearly now, Klaus. All it took was getting rid of the dead weight that you and your knuckle-dragging brethren decided to hire at Chaos’ brothel. Any fears that I had before doing what I did…it’s a huge weight off my shoulders. She’s your problem now.”
“I’ve faced my fear, my friend. Have you?”
Vain quickly snaps shut the lighter, and a crash is heard as he throws it towards his family room window. A faint glimmer of moonlight shines through the sliding glass door, falling upon the face of ‘The Vain One’ as he leans forward in his chair, and slowly begins rocking back and forth.
“My entire career, people have always known where I stood on matters. I am who I am, and that has never changed. Some may like that…most may not…and I’m fine with that. I’ve always prided myself on being a master manipulator when the need arises, and using my intelligence to get what I want. And of course being the sexiest wrestler in the industry never hurts either. They go hand-in-hand, and are probably my greatest assets. Beauty and brains? Both in spades, and all of you know it.”
“But that’s also my biggest obstacle. Because when people think of Vain, they see the ego…the arrogance…and they conveniently forget everything that I can do in that ring. I didn’t just luck myself into being one of the greatest of all time…it took effort and skill. I paid my dues just like everyone else did. It just took far less time for me, than it did for the majority of the wrestlers in this business. And that’s one more thing that people have to sneer about, when it comes to ‘The Vain One’. Same old song and dance, no matter what company I work for.”
“The thing is…there’s so much more to Vain, than what I have allowed all of you to see. And a part of that is something that I rarely let anyone witness. Because quite honestly, it’s a part of myself that even I’m leery of.”
Vain sits back in his chair and begins to smile.
“That part of ‘Mr. Ego’ is one that Jezebel Saint is going to get a chance to see on Monday. Up close, and personal.”
“I remember when I considered you a friend, Miss Saint. You were someone that I respected, and I thought that you felt the same. But oh, how times change. And that change was brought on by your own jealousy…your own inadequacies.”
“You finally were able to get Klaus to do your bidding after his wife left him, and you couldn’t stand the thought of he and I reigning supreme again. Were that to happen, he wouldn’t be there at your beck and call. He wouldn’t be there for your asinine antics…your frivolous feuds…or your meaningless matches, to tell you how great you are, or to salivate over your every move. No, were he and I to join forces once more, he would have had more important things to worry about than your bullshit biker club, and all of the idiocy that comes with it.”
“And the great Jezebel Saint couldn’t have that. Because you needed soldiers in your war against Mickey. You needed people on the front lines to weaken him, in hopes that you could eventually slay the dragon, in order to right the wrongs that he did to you all those years ago. And in the process, you made a new enemy.”
“Me.”
“It’s no secret that Vain is known to be a loner. To be honest, I haven’t found many people that I can stomach being around for extended periods of time. The few names to grace that list over the years: The Puppet Masters…Jason Ingalls…Raenius…and Klaus vonKnorre. And because of you, Jezebel Saint, that list has been trimmed by one.”
“Do you get off by playing with people’s emotions? What, it’s not bad enough that you lie to your children when it comes to Mickey Dragon…you’ve gotta fill Klaus’ head with asinine bullshit about me, too?”
“Just who in the hell do you think you are?”
Vain shrugs.
“I’ll tell you who I am. I’m the man that is going to finally rid the industry of the useless whore known as Jezebel Saint. You can choose to only see smoke and mirrors all you want…the rage that is inside of me – the hatred that I feel towards you – those will be your undoing, Miss Saint.”
Vain grabs the remote to the surround sound system and presses a button.
“Everything that once was, is no more, Miss Saint. You’ve seen to that…and it didn’t matter who you had to step on in the process. You got what you wanted in the end…and that’s all that you cared about.”
The world is a vampire, sent to drain
Secret destroyers, hold you up to the flames
And what do I get for my pain?
Betrayed desires, and a piece of the game
“We were friends, Jez. But you betrayed me. And now the ball is in my court…”
Even though I know – I suppose I’ll show
All my cool and cold – like old job
“You think you know me…but you have no idea…..”
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
Then someone will say what is lost can never be saved
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
“People think Vain is a one-trick pony…I’m stuck in that box until I decide to break out. Well it’s time for people to lose that sense of thought about me, Jezebel.”
Now I’m naked, nothing but an animal
But can you fake it, for just one more show?
And what do you want?
I want to change
And what have you got, when you feel the same?
“I’m baring my soul, Jezebel…and it’s your fault what will happen next. Are you willing to go to that place, once more? I know I’m going to, just to spite all of you…”
Even though I know – I suppose I’ll show
All my cool and cold – like old job
“People think Vain is the same…but they’ll soon see…”
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
Then someone will say what is lost can never be saved
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
“Do you know what you’ve gotten yourself into, Jezebel? Do you believe that you can use people as pawns, and never have to suffer the consequences? Do you know what I will do to you…when it’s just you and me in that ring? Because to be perfectly honest…even I don’t know what I’m going to do. For the first time in my career…I do not have a gameplan in mind. And that…that should scare you, Jezebel. But I know you…you can’t see past your nose, in order to spite your face. Vain will never be able to change, will he? I guess that mindset is your cage…”
Tell me I’m the only one
Tell me there’s no other one
Jesus was the only son, yeah
Tell me I’m the chosen one
Jesus was the only son for you
“There will be nobody to help you, Jez. My eyes are the only ones that you will be looking into, on the night of your reckoning. I know I’m the chosen one…I’ve been chosen to rid this industry of the filth that has inhabited it for far too long.”
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
And someone will say what is lost can never be saved
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
“Vain will break the shackles of the preconceived notions that people have about my career…”
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a-
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a-
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
“And I’m going to force you into a cage of your own despair, out of the public eye, and wondering why…”
Tell me I’m the only one
Tell me there’s no other one
Jesus was the only son for you
“And when it’s over…you will be the one left staring in a mirror, wondering why this had to be. Wondering how you could have saved yourself from the viciousness that you are about to endure…”
And I still believe that I cannot be saved
And I still believe that I cannot be saved
And I still believe that I cannot be saved
And I still believe that I cannot be saved
“There will be nobody there to save you from me, Jezebel. You can only hope to save yourself.”
“Good luck with that, friend…”
The camera abruptly cuts out.
The camera begins to slowly pan in, showing the bottle slowly raised, and then picking up the sound of the top being taken off. He takes a few gulps; the accompanying sound of drinking distinctly heard amongst the vast array of soundlessness that he is enjoying. The bottle now emptied, he places the top back onto it, and then pitches it down to the floor.
“Seems that there’s a lot of talk about ‘The Puppet Masters’ not being on the same page. Seems there’s a lot of talk about how we’re just four individuals, only looking out for our own needs, instead of looking out for the needs of the collective group. Seems like there’s a lot of people in this industry…that could probably find better things to do, than to worry about how well the four of us are getting along. Then again…everyone’s a critic. Especially when they fall below you in the hierarchy of UGWC.”
“It’s no secret that the four of us joining forces hasn’t resulted in the immediate impact that we all envisioned, but does that mean we haven’t raised the bar within this wretched company? With Mr. Damarest in charge, ratings have soared to unprecedented heights…to heights that ‘The Piercing Media Network’ only wishes they could have attained during their reign. Yes, there have been some stumbling blocks along the way to our path of reckoning, but all of you idiots have watched with baited breath, hoping against hope that you can somehow find a way to finally vanquish those which are your betters. And the last time I looked, even after taking your best shots…we’re still here. And that will only change when we decide. You’re welcome.”
“Almost thirty title reigns between the four of us during our illustrious careers, and yet you people refuse to acknowledge the importance of our formation. Instead, you choose to point to our recent losses as evidence that we are not every bit the machine that we claim to be. Yet, ‘The Puppet Masters’ still employ the UGWC World Heavyweight Champion, ‘The Lord of Pain’ Donovan Hastings. If we have the top prize in this industry now, during a time when people are claiming that we’re washed up…what do you think will happen when the other members finally start clicking?”
“But this…this isn’t about ‘The Puppet Masters’. This is about so, so much more…”
The flicker of an unseen lighter is heard, and after the third attempt, a low flame begins to burn. The fire casts an eerie light upon the face of ‘Vain’ Alan Wallace – a face that is devoid of any true emotion, as his eyes focus squarely upon the flame that dances before him.
“This was to be my gift to you, Klaus, upon your return to the wrestling ring. It had been far too long since you had proven to the masses why you were one of the most feared men in the wrestling industry. It had been far too long since you had showcased your innovation to the masses, and left them in awe by what you can do in the wrestling ring, as well as throughout an entire arena. Those of us that had witnessed it first-hand…we knew that UGWC would never be the same if ‘The Teutonic Terror’ were to come back once more. And once you did, I knew that this entire company was in for a rude awakening. And that thought, Klaus, brought a smile to my gorgeous face. Because I knew that the day would come where you and I would band together once more, and dominate everyone in our way…just like we did before. And this gift…this token of my friendship…would have been presented to you once we were crowned the UGWC Cooperative Champions. And I think you would have liked it, Klaus…”
The camera pans around to show the front of the Zippo lighter that Vain holds in his hand. Engraved upon the face are three simple letters…
E.O.R.
With his free hand, Vain reaches down and grabs his surround sound remote, and presses the power button. The beginnings of a song start to play…the sound of the talkbox-aided guitar riff recognizable at once.
“I found this CD while I was going through some of the boxes around here. It brought back some great memories, if I must say. Synonymous with the ass kicking’s that you and I used to hand out on a regular basis.”
“We were the greatest tag team in the wrestling industry, Klaus. Nobody could touch us.”
Fire it up, let the engines roll
It’s time to burn it down
Keep bleeding on ‘til the day you die
Forever love it loud, Yeah!
“Each and every time we walked to that ring, our opponents knew they were in for the beating of a lifetime. And as different as you and I were, we both relished every single moment of it. We worked as a team – and as friends – because we both wanted to ruin everyone associated with that festering cesspool of a company.”
Hellfire, doom, watch the hatred spin
Beyond the speed of sound
Fire it up, let the engines roll
It’s time to burn it down, Yeah!
“It’s what I had in mind for us once more, when you decided to join UGWC. Instead, you allowed a vile harlot to sink her claws into you, and she turned you against me. Everything that we had accomplished in the past…the friendship that had been forged…you burned it to the ground, Klaus, all because of a two-bit biker-whore that only keeps you around because you are currently useful to her. It’s sad what she’s reduced you to, Klaus. I never imagined that someone could be pussy-whipped while being entrapped firmly in the friend zone. You proved that wrong, Klaus. You truly are an innovator.”
Keep moving on, keep moving on, keep moving on
“You’ve moved on to the likes of Red Fusion and Kurt Brady…”
Keep moving on, keep moving on, keep moving on
“Whereas I’ve moved on to the bitch that cost us our friendship…”
Face your fear, accept your war, it is what it is
Face your fear, accept your war, oh yeah
“I just hope that you’re ready to face your fear, Klaus. The fear of losing one of the people that you cherish most in life. Because unlike ‘The Dragon’…I will not fail in what I will set out to do. I’m going to hurt the bitch that you so affectionately refer to as ‘Red’. Because that’s what is going to happen, Klaus…I’m going to hurt her. The only question is…how badly?”
“It took far too long, but I’m finally thinking clearly now, Klaus. All it took was getting rid of the dead weight that you and your knuckle-dragging brethren decided to hire at Chaos’ brothel. Any fears that I had before doing what I did…it’s a huge weight off my shoulders. She’s your problem now.”
“I’ve faced my fear, my friend. Have you?”
Vain quickly snaps shut the lighter, and a crash is heard as he throws it towards his family room window. A faint glimmer of moonlight shines through the sliding glass door, falling upon the face of ‘The Vain One’ as he leans forward in his chair, and slowly begins rocking back and forth.
“My entire career, people have always known where I stood on matters. I am who I am, and that has never changed. Some may like that…most may not…and I’m fine with that. I’ve always prided myself on being a master manipulator when the need arises, and using my intelligence to get what I want. And of course being the sexiest wrestler in the industry never hurts either. They go hand-in-hand, and are probably my greatest assets. Beauty and brains? Both in spades, and all of you know it.”
“But that’s also my biggest obstacle. Because when people think of Vain, they see the ego…the arrogance…and they conveniently forget everything that I can do in that ring. I didn’t just luck myself into being one of the greatest of all time…it took effort and skill. I paid my dues just like everyone else did. It just took far less time for me, than it did for the majority of the wrestlers in this business. And that’s one more thing that people have to sneer about, when it comes to ‘The Vain One’. Same old song and dance, no matter what company I work for.”
“The thing is…there’s so much more to Vain, than what I have allowed all of you to see. And a part of that is something that I rarely let anyone witness. Because quite honestly, it’s a part of myself that even I’m leery of.”
Vain sits back in his chair and begins to smile.
“That part of ‘Mr. Ego’ is one that Jezebel Saint is going to get a chance to see on Monday. Up close, and personal.”
“I remember when I considered you a friend, Miss Saint. You were someone that I respected, and I thought that you felt the same. But oh, how times change. And that change was brought on by your own jealousy…your own inadequacies.”
“You finally were able to get Klaus to do your bidding after his wife left him, and you couldn’t stand the thought of he and I reigning supreme again. Were that to happen, he wouldn’t be there at your beck and call. He wouldn’t be there for your asinine antics…your frivolous feuds…or your meaningless matches, to tell you how great you are, or to salivate over your every move. No, were he and I to join forces once more, he would have had more important things to worry about than your bullshit biker club, and all of the idiocy that comes with it.”
“And the great Jezebel Saint couldn’t have that. Because you needed soldiers in your war against Mickey. You needed people on the front lines to weaken him, in hopes that you could eventually slay the dragon, in order to right the wrongs that he did to you all those years ago. And in the process, you made a new enemy.”
“Me.”
“It’s no secret that Vain is known to be a loner. To be honest, I haven’t found many people that I can stomach being around for extended periods of time. The few names to grace that list over the years: The Puppet Masters…Jason Ingalls…Raenius…and Klaus vonKnorre. And because of you, Jezebel Saint, that list has been trimmed by one.”
“Do you get off by playing with people’s emotions? What, it’s not bad enough that you lie to your children when it comes to Mickey Dragon…you’ve gotta fill Klaus’ head with asinine bullshit about me, too?”
“Just who in the hell do you think you are?”
Vain shrugs.
“I’ll tell you who I am. I’m the man that is going to finally rid the industry of the useless whore known as Jezebel Saint. You can choose to only see smoke and mirrors all you want…the rage that is inside of me – the hatred that I feel towards you – those will be your undoing, Miss Saint.”
Vain grabs the remote to the surround sound system and presses a button.
“Everything that once was, is no more, Miss Saint. You’ve seen to that…and it didn’t matter who you had to step on in the process. You got what you wanted in the end…and that’s all that you cared about.”
The world is a vampire, sent to drain
Secret destroyers, hold you up to the flames
And what do I get for my pain?
Betrayed desires, and a piece of the game
“We were friends, Jez. But you betrayed me. And now the ball is in my court…”
Even though I know – I suppose I’ll show
All my cool and cold – like old job
“You think you know me…but you have no idea…..”
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
Then someone will say what is lost can never be saved
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
“People think Vain is a one-trick pony…I’m stuck in that box until I decide to break out. Well it’s time for people to lose that sense of thought about me, Jezebel.”
Now I’m naked, nothing but an animal
But can you fake it, for just one more show?
And what do you want?
I want to change
And what have you got, when you feel the same?
“I’m baring my soul, Jezebel…and it’s your fault what will happen next. Are you willing to go to that place, once more? I know I’m going to, just to spite all of you…”
Even though I know – I suppose I’ll show
All my cool and cold – like old job
“People think Vain is the same…but they’ll soon see…”
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
Then someone will say what is lost can never be saved
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
“Do you know what you’ve gotten yourself into, Jezebel? Do you believe that you can use people as pawns, and never have to suffer the consequences? Do you know what I will do to you…when it’s just you and me in that ring? Because to be perfectly honest…even I don’t know what I’m going to do. For the first time in my career…I do not have a gameplan in mind. And that…that should scare you, Jezebel. But I know you…you can’t see past your nose, in order to spite your face. Vain will never be able to change, will he? I guess that mindset is your cage…”
Tell me I’m the only one
Tell me there’s no other one
Jesus was the only son, yeah
Tell me I’m the chosen one
Jesus was the only son for you
“There will be nobody to help you, Jez. My eyes are the only ones that you will be looking into, on the night of your reckoning. I know I’m the chosen one…I’ve been chosen to rid this industry of the filth that has inhabited it for far too long.”
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
And someone will say what is lost can never be saved
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
“Vain will break the shackles of the preconceived notions that people have about my career…”
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a-
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a-
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
“And I’m going to force you into a cage of your own despair, out of the public eye, and wondering why…”
Tell me I’m the only one
Tell me there’s no other one
Jesus was the only son for you
“And when it’s over…you will be the one left staring in a mirror, wondering why this had to be. Wondering how you could have saved yourself from the viciousness that you are about to endure…”
And I still believe that I cannot be saved
And I still believe that I cannot be saved
And I still believe that I cannot be saved
And I still believe that I cannot be saved
“There will be nobody there to save you from me, Jezebel. You can only hope to save yourself.”
“Good luck with that, friend…”
The camera abruptly cuts out.
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